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The Witch's Summoning

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by bnbuehler

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Ursula grumbled as she lay back on her double-bed in her quarters at the inn, though she did not know quite why she had booked a double room when, of course, it was just her there. Not many wanted to bunk up with a witch and she came with the green skin and traditional garb of her class of creature, a large, hook-like nose curving out from her face with a small, dark wart on the side. It was considered rather fetching amongst witches to have even the smallest of warts but one did not want their warts to be so big that they otherwise detracted from their lovely visage.

She was not typically beautiful in terms of human beings but glorious as far as a witch went, her body curvy in testament to the fact that she did not hide her body fat or the number of cakes that she did so enjoy indulging in. Just what else was she going to use spider silk for when she was not a seamstress, after all? It made the most delicious topping for loaf-cakes and her own special recipe too!

Ursula, however, was not fancying cakes at such a late hour, the lantern flickering in its holder to the side of the bed, wax melting and the wick holding fast, burning at a slow rate that showed the quality of it. No, she wanted something more, something that resonated out from the curl of dark hair between her legs, matching the curly hair atop her head. She did not shave, lightly hairy but alluring so – at least, she thought so.

Waiting for sleep to come or, at least, the semblance of tiredness was futile, though she had not yet disrobed her body of her underwear, striped in orange and black and clashing with her skin yet in the best of ways...if you asked Ursula, that was. A pair of long socks hooked between her big toe and the second, striped in the same pattern, leaving the claws of what acted as her toe-nails exposed, though they were far more useful to a witch than simple, horribly trimmed, human toe-nails. She could actually do things with those and they were oh so very fetching too!

“Always alone, always wanting..." She mumbled under her breath, rolling over on the bed, kicking off the sheets, as restless as ever. “Why is there never a man around when you need one, hey?"

But Ursula was a witch and a witch knew well enough how to fix a problem, even if that problem sometimes came to light at the strangest of times. She grinned widely, her teeth white and brilliant even though there was a gap between a couple of them, standing out darkly, fingers slipping back over the bulge of her stomach, although her breasts were still contained, at least for the moment, by her bra. It cupped her heaving breasts and pushed them up, though it was a little on the small side for her. It was a little known fact that there just weren't many fitting shops in her area that catered to witches, humans still as wary as ever as to how they interacted with them.

Ursula did not need a wand to cast spells, sitting up and swirling her hands around, a crooked smile tugging at her lips, heart lifting for the first time in months. If she could not find a man for herself, well, she would just have to bring one in by force! Not that anything would be forced once he was there with her, of course, but sometimes men-folk like that did need something of a helping hand and a slap on the backside to get them going in the right direction!

She chanted, eyes half-closed, the spell coming to her lips. There was no set spell for summoning and Ursula was more than skilled enough to cast spells without following the book, shaping the very essence of magic to her will, letting it flow from her, flow to her call.

“Bring me a man, the man that is suited for a witch," she murmured, forming the image of him in her mind. “Tall and proud and with the wisdom of years!"

Ursula cackled, shaking her head.

“No young fools for this here witch, oh no..."

The air crackled around her but the real chaos was in the bedroom of a man sleeping in his bed, his arms thrown around the pillow as he hugged it to his chest, face-down over it in a position that was by no means comfortable in the slightest. It still made him feel as if someone was there with him, Brian shifting and turning in bed as the spell wrapped itself around him. Just the sheets, he thought through a daze of half-sleep. He just had to kick them off, jerking his leg, in his underwear only, though that would suit Ursula more than well when he came to her room.

One moment he was blinking as magic crackled across his line of sight in a swathe of pure black and twinkling sparks that could have been the body of stars so very high up in the night sky and then he was elsewhere, struggling and flailing, yet the clank of chains heralded the fact that freedom was not to be at that moment. Gasping, Brian tried to shoot up but the chains yanked him back, heavy manacles suddenly locking him to a bed with a green-bodied figure, fat and dominating, looming over him, her hands on her wide hips.

“Well, well, well..." It would have been impossible for Ursula to keep a smirk from her lips even then. “Lookie what I've called here for myself – a man! And what a man he is!

He struggled and fought but it was more of an instinct than anything else, confusion dominating everything even as she stalked around him, a sultry sway in her luscious hips, figure all on show. The woman – no, witch, she was definitely a witch – above him eyed him up like a piece of meat, licking her lips, the dark flick of it out over her lips almost hypnotising, if he let him think about it too much. Oh, how he wanted to kiss those lips...

Wait – what? Brian shook himself. Heavens, it must have been far too long since he'd had a partner in the bedroom, cheeks flushing hotly as he realised with a start just how scantily she was dressed. Everything about her was huge, her flesh rolling out from her gut, even larger than his light paunch, though no one would have said that Brian was fat. Crooning, the witch leaned over him, practically shoving her tits in his face, and he did all he could, even then, to maintain control of himself, turning his face away as she toyed with his dirty-blonde hair.

“Now, my dear, dearest dearie..." Ursula crooned, wiggling her butt, the flesh layered soothingly down her body jiggling as she let her body push over him. “Don't you think you might just like to spend a little time with me? There's nothing little here and nothing old either but I can show a fetching man like you a real good time!"

Trembling, Brian shook his head, but it was difficult for his body to not respond to her as she ran her hands down his chest and stomach, claws scraping lightly. Even that light touch brought a rise of goose bumps to his skin and he gasped without thinking about it, not even struggling anymore as he merely stared at him in awe. He would have been a fool indeed to not know what was happening there, even in the lightest of essences and ways, his cock trying to respond as much as his sensible mind tried to force it down.

No...

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But, yes, definitely, yes. He wanted to see, wanted to know, what lay under what little clothing she wore, although her leaving the socks on would be on the cards, very much so. Brian groaned as she whispered her name to him, kissing and licking down his stomach with a lewd, wet slurp. Ursula... She said her name was Ursula. He had thought that that was the name of a sea witch in a children's story (probably one with darker origins than he remembered) but the Ursula before him was a green-skimmed beauty, her lips thick and full and luscious as she tugged down his simple, cotton undergarments. They were nothing fancy, although he did have enough money to purchase them when the poorest in their kingdom made do without, so he was grateful for it. The tent of his cock was swiftly revealed as she pulled them away, his shaft springing up with a drop of pre-cum smeared into the tip.

“My, my..." She licked her lips with a lewd, wet smack and he trembled in a combination of anxiety and anticipation for what she had to offer him, what she was going to do to him. “What a fine, fine treat you have here for Ursula... And all for me?"

She moaned as she kissed the tip of his cock, Brian's breath catching as she took her sweet time about sliding her thick lips down. There was little seduction to be done even as he pulled weakly at the chains, not seeing any real reason to fight her, his need rising, throbbing up thick and fast. He moaned out what could have been her name but his head was spinning too much to keep track of things like that as he rocked his hips up, finding his ankles too were manacled to the bed, although those had been far less of his concern with his arms pulled up over his head.

Why he was there and just exactly where was... Well, all of that ceased to matter as she gave him the best blowjob of his life, pleasure jumping up sharply. It would have been impossible to think of anything else but her as she fumbled with her bra, letting it loose to show off her heaving breasts, rolling forth without the support that the rudimentary garment of their time allowed women with larger, more luscious chests. Yet her dark nipples, the areolas thick and alluring, called him in, eyes drawn down as they hung wantonly, desperately, surely, for his touch.

One sensation after the other swirled through him, dominating his thoughts, forcing all else from his mind even as he lay there, helpless to do anything at all but allow Ursula the witch to do every sordid thing she wanted to him. The chains clinked in the background but he was hardly thinking about or focusing on that as his cock throbbed. He just couldn't help himself as he spilt pre-cum into her mouth, producing more than he had ever felt he had when he was jerking off in the privacy of his quarters, tugging on his shaft just to feel a little something when he was devoid of other pleasures. It was better with her, better with Ursula, and he had to lean into it, whimpering and moaning out loud, wanting so much more as he gasped, even managing to just about roll his hips up to thrust into her mouth.

The witch groaned around him, letting the subtle vibrations travel down into his cock, the pounding pulse of her human “victim" (who didn't seem much of a victim at all anymore) rising against her palm where it was spread on his thigh. Oh, there was his life-force pulsing beneath the surface of his skin but it was not what she wanted, the lust of his cock and balls, those throbbing orbs churning with what her loins craved, her focus above all else. She needed him as much as he was moving into needing her, sucking down his cock even up into tickling the back of her throat, though Ursula could have said that she had had, in her younger days, more experience than a whore in a brothel at sucking dick.

She knew how to make a man feel good, better than ever before, moaning around him, sucking him deep, the smooth flesh of a man all that she needed. He was not perfectly clean but, really, in their time who had the facilities to bathe oneself every, single day, the lingering, faint musk of him more tantalising than even the fact that he was submitting to her even then. Ursula could not have held herself back then if she'd tried and she had no desire to either, slurping down his shaft as if it was the finest thing in the world to her.

She was not above teasing and flirting with him all the more, however, pulling only so that she could better show off her breasts to him, her body the object of his attention in the best of ways. Waggling her tongue down to her tits, although she could not quite shove the heavy mounds up high enough to reach, she played at slurping at her breasts, teasing him with a mental image that would linger long after their time together was gone. His eyes did not waver from her, the hot specimen of a man that she had roped in for herself, following the lines of her tits, the curves of them, how the flesh bubbled up against and through her fingers, craving his touch.

All in good time though as she angled herself to squeeze her breasts around his cock, letting him thrust between them, although it was not a position that she could keep up forever as he lay there, spread-eagled, for her attention. Brian did not even tug at the chains except inadvertently anymore, moaning out loud, his cries of pleasure rising as she let the flesh of her tits please him in the very best of ways. Her breasts closed completely around his dick, only letting the head show when she pushed down all the way, his groans begging her to continue even if he could not quite at that time put words to it.

Ah, but she must have liked the taste of his cock too much, however, to let such a treat pass by without the due attention she had yearned to give it right from the start. A mere man, as wonderful as he was, was not enough for her to suck him off and give him a boobjob both at the same time but she could take his cum down her throat and pump him hard and lustful again for more. Her lips suckled his cock down into the back of her throat again, bobbing her head, letting him slide over his tongue over and over again, slick with her saliva and that delicious bubble of pre-cum.

Brian's moans encouraged her on, rising quickly, straining for more, whimpering as he tried to contain himself. That was cute, so very cute of him, but she wanted less cute, more cum, something more carnal and devious than even he could have imagined all alone in his little bed back at home. He was a man and a man's needs were something too that had to be met, groaning out loud, twisting his head back and forth, the pillows shifting beneath the back of his skull. His pre-cum too was a treat that she didn't want to miss out on, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock, the slick, fleshy head teasing into her mouth, the man too sensitive to her touch to bear through such intimate arousal for too long.

Gulping, Brian fought the rise of orgasm and yet it was impossible to do so as she bobbed on his cock, rising and falling swiftly, almost as if he was thrusting into her mouth of his own free will. Of course, that line was still ever so slightly blurred considering the fact that he was still chained down but that was, most likely, not going to be necessary at all for very much longer. He didn't want to go anywhere that she was not, his cock filling her mouth, the witch's cheeks hollowing lightly with how vigorously she was engaged in forming a tight seal around his shaft with her lips, giving him all the pleasure that she possibly could.

But he could not and would not hold back, balling up his hands into fists and trying to thrust into her mouth, though he couldn't get his feet under him with the manacles pulling hard against the bones of his ankles. He didn't need to do anything, to say anything, needing it all, panting and heaving, his chest rising. Brian's climax was coming whether he was ready for it or not and he groaned out brokenly as it tore through him, the witch's head bobbing fervently on his cock, seemingly intent on sucking down every last drop of his orgasm.

It flowed forth with wild abandon, her hand on his hip to pin him lightly in place, though he did not have all that much flexibility and room to move regardless of anything else at play. His lust pummelled through him and he moaned out loud, the drama of his desire throbbing up thick and fast, spilling his load into her mouth as she sucked it all down. Ursula did not pull back to allow him to spill his load over his own stomach, revelling in his orgasm, a climax that she had wanted for herself for so very long. Her own almost didn't seem to matter but it would come anyway, the cherry on top of the delicious cake that she was more than set to feast upon.

Lusting for it, Ursula gulped noisily, making no secret at all over how she drank down his cum as if it was the finest treat, not caring one bit for what he thought of her in that manner. Whore, slag, slut: oh, she'd heard it all but “witch" being used as an insult was probably the worst. That was why it had been so difficult for her to find herself a man when she'd grown past the stage of quick flings and one night stands, however explosive they could be for the time that they were held close and set on fire.

No, she wanted someone to stay with her and, well, Brian may well have been that for her if she could convince him to look past her very specific kind of beauty. Drawing back, she licked her lips saucily, finding his eyes still very much locked on her, the intensity of his stare only broken by the sharp rise and fall of his chest as he tried, desperately, to ease the tension and need for breath in his lungs. Poor thing, he didn't know that she just had that effect on men and Ursula chuckled throatily, squeezing her breasts together for him as she swung a leg over his waist, his softened cock no problem to her. She'd have him hard and ready for more again in no time at all!

“Now, sugar..." She rumbled as if in a purr, though she was not of the feline persuasion. “Don't you think it's about time that you repaid the favour?"

Brian gasped, lips moving, though not in the form of any words that the witch could recognise. Laughing, she pressed down on his cock, her underwear strained tight over her round, full buttocks, though the slip of cloth was nowhere near enough to cover up her assets in such a way that there was still more than enough left to the imagination to stir up his loins. Her wet pussy, soaking through her undergarment, ground over his shaft and Brian moaned, rocking his hips up to her, however weak his movements were in the moment of recovery.

“Well..." She crooned, arching her back and showing off her breasts, squashed together into a cleavage for his attention. “Will you repay the favour to this poor, needy witch?"

There was only one answer that Brian could give, head spinning in a moment of lust, need rising, his cock throbbing even then. He had to have her, panting heavily, nodding, as if he needed to do more than one thing to convey just how eager he was to do for her just what she'd done for him. In a snap of her fingers and a muttered spell, the chains were gone as well as his underwear, which had been loosely stretched between his thighs from where she'd pulled it down out of the way. He rubbed his wrists, easing a little more of the blood flow back into them where the manacles had pressed down a little too hard in his erotic struggles, but Ursula didn't have the time for something like that as she rolled her body up his, gut squeezing to his belly and chest, until she was astride his head.

She snapped her fingers, removing her underwear in a burst of a spell that was gone as quickly as one could blink, the man's nose close to her pussy, folds and hair bared to his mouth. Brian didn't think twice, his arms going around her thick thighs and buttocks, pulling her to him as she crushed her pussy to his lips. His tongue knew just what to do as she moaned out her relief, arching her back, pumping her hips, juices already flowing, coating his lips and his chin. It was easier than ever to lose himself in the moment with her, whimpering and moaning into her sex, though Ursula's jiggling fat swept all knowledge of the outside world from his mind, thighs closing in on him as if to say that he didn't need to do anything else but please her ever again.

That was not so bad. There was nowhere else that Brian would have rather have been either as he grunted into her sex, lashing her clit, the throbbing nub making itself known clearly to his attention, driving his wriggling tongue as deep as possible. It was nothing in comparison to his cock, of course, when it came to depth, but it was more flexible, sweeping around her pussy and flicking back out over her clit, splattering her juices even as he took a moment to breathe. Tracing his tongue around the soft folds of her pussy-lips, Brian took his cues from Ursula, her stomach pouring back over his head, easily dwarfing him in that aspect.

“Yes, honey," she groaned. “Just like that..."

That was more of a cue than he had almost ever felt that he'd had before and he redoubled his efforts, even though there was no real rush to the pleasure passing between them so very sweetly. Rather than being rough and carnal, which may have come to pass if Ursula had taken to summoning a demon instead of a man for some fun time again, he was sweet and took her pleasures in hand, focusing in on her and only her as he leaned into her embrace. Closing her thighs around his face and head, she groaned throatily, shuddering, the ripples of lust going through her whole body, jiggling her fat, tits hanging down heavily under their own weight. Yet she was divinely luscious just as she was with the body of a plump goddess, grinding down onto his face with passionate abandon.

More and more, there was no end to the pleasure that he could give her as the witch adjusted her angle, rolling her hips forward just enough to really bear down on his lips with her clit alone. It was sensitive, too sensitive for too much, although she wanted to get to that shuddering point to, the place in which she thought she could take no more and yet would so often be forced through it to the point of a blisteringly hot climax. Yet she didn't want to climax just yet, wanting something sweeter from her oh so very willing partner, panting and grunting, uncaring of the sounds she made.

For just what was it that she had to worry about with him when he was one that she had called there specifically to satisfy her pleasures? Ursula moaned out loud, groping her breasts, grunting and groaning, making every last sound under the sun that was sure to disturb the remaining residents of the inn. She wasn't sure how full it was but, if she could, she would make it her personal mission to chase them away with her raw and ready moans, letting them wonder at what was happening in there and complain to the innkeeper in the morning.

That was none of her concern, however, as he grunted into her sex, fingers pressing into her thighs, making indents in her flesh. He did not grip her hard enough to hurt though and, for that, Ursula was appreciative, whispering his name, combing her fingers through what part of his hair was there that she could reach. It was fairly short and coarse but just about long enough for her to grip, crushing his lips to her cunt as pleasure arced up and up, lancing through her in such a way that she felt quite light-headed right then and there.

She cackled, losing control of her typical witch-like cry as she murmured and burst out in cackle after cackle, allowing him to push into her pussy once again, trying to squeeze her muscles down around his tongue but she was nowhere near tight enough for that to have any real effect on him. His cock, however, would be a different story in that regard, for she had spent many hours forcing rudimentary, crudely made, sex toys in and out of her pussy, the polished wood ones some of her favourites.

“Yes," she panted. “Yes, honey... Give me more... More!"

She could barely resist the lure of it all as she grunted and ground onto him, Brian working overtime to keep up with her. Never before had he been with a woman so brashly outspoken and so keen to tell him what she wanted. It was more than simply refreshing – it was all that he could have wanted, knowing what to do and when to do it, even if she had taken care of his need first of all. Brian moaned, squeezing her thighs, hands running down them and back up over her buttocks, only regretting that he could not see how her underwear strained over them anymore. It was a delicious feeling as to how her flesh spilt from the undergarment but her bare flesh was even better, the fat folds of her pussy squashing down around his nose and lips.

She was turned on, almost ready for him, he was sure of it, though he did not dare to think that he would be able to take her in that way. He would have been a lucky, lucky man indeed to have a witch such as Ursula in his life and love, moaning out her name even though the press and close of her thighs around him muffled his cries of pleasure. It was almost as good as getting his rocks off himself to please her like that, crying out in delight over and over again, the passion of her slowly bringing his cock back to a hard rise.

“Oh..." Her head rolled back, heart pounding. “Oh... Darling, dearie, your tongue feels so good!"

It was high praise for any man and Brian grunted, increasing his efforts as he ran his hands over her thighs down to her knees, softly feeling out the shape of them as his hard length bobbed and drooled for attention. He'd never before considered just how erotic it could be to be between a woman's thighs but the witch's legs were thicker than anyone he had ever been together, whimpering and moaning, pressing his lips to her clit and suckling reverently. All he wanted was to please her, to feel her need rising, yet she had to be close to orgasm with how her breath caught and she bucked her hips.

Ursula couldn't decide whether she wanted to get off on his mouth or with his cock but the rampant thrust of it decided that for her, hips bucking and pushing up. She could not help but lean back and grasp his cock in her hand, feeling him, though the position was hard to hold as she gave him a good squeeze too for good measure.

The pulse of him in her hand was more than enough for her to make her decision, a smirk twisting her lips, eyes dancing with witchy glee.

“Come on..." She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “You want something more... Fuck me, love, get down here with me and take me!"

Brian caught his breath enough to raise his eyebrows, cock hard and throbbing in the clasp of her fingers.

“Only...for a kiss."

That was something that she could very much do, slipping off him so that her male lover could meet her halfway as he sat up, clasping her hand, though he was sad, at least a little, that she had to let go of his cock. Their lips met quickly, clumsily, but their first kiss swiftly deepened into something more, lips parting, tongues brushing and teasing up against one another. If there had ever been any doubt as to the end of their liaison, the lustful deal between them was sealed right then and there, making out passionately as Brian let out a desperate groan straight into her mouth.

Ursula may well have been able to forget about everything right then and there if not for the fact that his hand clasping her breast squeezed tight. When had that gotten there? It was hard to think through the heated lust of the kiss, pressing up against him, needing more, her pussy wet with arousal. She had to have him, had to take him, but Brian was just as bad as she was, just as needy, pushing her down to the bed and moving over her, fulfilling her needs however the kiss was broken.

That did not matter, however, as their lips would come together again once he was inside her, grasping his cock and slipping between her thighs, every moment standing out divinely as he pressed into her entrance. Her folds parted hotly around him and Ursula's moans matched with his own, her legs spread for him as she took him deep, her cunny as hungry for him in her body as her mind was for his passionate lust. Oh, how she needed him – not just a man but Brian, only Brian. There was so much else that could have come to pass but she knew then more than anything else that she needed his lust, his passion washing over her in such a way that it was a task in itself to remain in control of her senses.

Though what control actually had to be in play between them was something that she was more than ready to throw to the wind, all caution be damned! His cock felt too good inside her to hold back and she moaned out loud, planting her feet into the rough sleeping mat, which was at least raised on the bed and filled with something that could have been downy feathers but was probably some cheaper material, and grinding up against him. More, her body said, I want more – thus it was that more that Ursula took from him, her arms around him, holding him close even as Brian's hips worked and pumped fervently to drive her full.

It was all that she could have wanted from him, from a man, and so much more. Ursula's moans rose and rose, squeezing her legs around him, Brian as deep as he could go, every inch of his cock buried inside her. He was neither too large nor too small for her, the perfect fit, and she moaned out loud, rolling her hips up to meet him, thrusts grinding into her at just the right angle. It was funny how things came together like that with some partners but not with others, though Brian was set to be the best of the best as she tried to hold him inside her. Alas, he was too caught up in thrusting and driving into her, on his knees but his thighs pretty much coming flush to hers with every thrust, an awkward position but one that left him very close to her.

With Ursula's stomach tenderly wobbling and teasing up against his light gut, Brian moaned, head spinning, revelling in the pleasure coursing through him. It was hard to say whether he would have had sex with her if she had not bound him to begin with but the manacles had even been a kinky touch in a way too, something that sent a delicious chill of a shiver down his spine, tingling and driving him on.

He could not have stopped at that point even if she'd asked him to, the witch's hands running down his back, feeling out the light lines of muscle there, even though he was not a particularly fit sort. Brian gasped and moaned, that light touch sending him off into very twists and bouts of pleasure, needing it all so very much, though it was just as well for him that he had already gotten off once for he could then hold back for the second one, pleasing her with all his might and energy.

The witch moaned under him and, oh, it was so very sexy that she was a witch, her green skin exquisite and everything about her, for he had not spent all that much time consorting with witches, unique. Even her skin felt different – not softer and not rougher but with its own texture and a different sense of pliability to it, yet it was all in the very best of ways. He didn't want her to be just like any other woman because she wasn't any other woman, her needs different, more carnal, a coarser kind of lust weaving through everything they did.

She hadn't had to bring him there to fuck her. But she had. And Brian could not have been more grateful for that.

Ursula groaned, getting her legs up around his hips and waist, though she was so thick that she couldn't cross her ankles over his back. That didn't matter to either of them though as his smooth, pounding strokes drove into her, rocking her body, breasts wobbling as she groped and squeezed them for him, giving her human lover the best view as the cord of pleasure drew tauter and tauter inside her with every passing second.

“Oh..." She moaned, rolling her head back, grasping at the pillows – anything to hold off for even a mere moment longer. “Oh, just like that... Keep going..."

Her orgasm was coming whether he kept going exactly as he was or not, Ursula clinging to him, nails digging into his arms as she screeched, revelling in her lust, her first orgasm of the night crashing over her. A hot rush of her arousal flooded his cock, hardly shy about the force of her climax, grinding back on him and even trying to use the leverage of her legs up at his waist to get even more of his cock inside her. In her lust-addled mind, there was still more pleasure to come even though his cock was already ground as deep as it could possibly go, keeping on in deep but short strokes that kept his cock rammed up inside her at all times.

The witch's moans flung forth but he couldn't stop as he fucked her with all he had in him, glad that he could hold off longer, if only it was all to please her. He gulped and twisted his head back and forth, letting the feel of her pussy wrapping itself around him wash over him, moaning out loud. He didn't have to hold those back either as he groaned and rolled his hips up against her, the light curl of hair at her pussy erotic too, soft against his. It was not as if he shaved either and that light touch sent another tremor through him, need throbbing up, pre-cum spilling out into her already soaked pussy.

It was a wonder indeed that he was able to hold back as she moaned out his name, the most erotic part of the whole experience. He twisted and held her tightly, the folds and rolls of fat making her more real than if her body had been that of a smoothly primp princess – though everyone knew that fucking a princess wasn't any real sort of fuck at all. They weren't good to bed and maybe that was just why he hadn't bothered trying, even though he was in and out of the palace on royal duties all the time. Yet Brian always found himself returning to his home out in the countryside, his humble abode, no one knowing how much coin he had to his name.

He'd worried that they would spend what little he had as a messenger and merchant, wasting his bank. But now all he wanted to do was lavish it on Ursula when all he had, right then and there, were kisses to spend. Yet he would do that, capturing her lips with his and kissing her deeply, stroking her chin and around the line of her cheek, right up to the curve of her ear. Every part of her was a chance to adore her in the ways that she deserved so devoutly, her groans muffled by his lips as she clung to him too, fat fingers ruffling up his hair.

Anything that they had to say right then and there was swallowed in the kiss, each playfully trying for dominance or at least for the top position in the kiss. Their tongues were left teasing lightly back and forth between their mouths, panting and breaking only briefly for breath as he fucked her. He couldn't stop his hips from speeding up, ignoring the aches of his muscles, how the strain brought a rise of hot sweat to his skin, beading at the back of his neck and rolling down. Brian would have gone through any manner of exertion to please Ursula, fucking her swiftly towards another orgasm as his rose, tingling at the back of his mind.

Insistently, the press and urge to cum drove him on, slopping into her slick and messy pussy over and over again. He knew with a surge and deepening further of the kiss that he didn't have to hold back and eagerly leaned into it, pulling her to him as if he thought that she might have drawn away before climax could truly be had. Brian's moans rose and rose but nothing would have stopped the beat and pound of his hips, cock sliding deep inside her with every thrust, no resistance drawing from her pussy as her juices slickened the way for him.

Ursula moaned as he drove into her but it was the human's orgasm that was the crème de la crème of it all for her, his thrusts speeding up erratically, a shudder running through him that heralded more still. He had to cum, had to spill his seed, passion urging him to do it and he climaxed with a throaty, masculine grunt, heaving as he poured all that he had into her. It was stronger and weaker than his first at the same time, the power of it ripping through him while he did not quite have as much semen as the first time around to fill her with. Not that Ursula noticed or cared one bit, screeching and humping up at him as she teased through her own orgasm.

Joining him in lust at the most intimate of highs, Ursula said his name over and over, committing it to memory, something that she wanted to remember forever as the spell that she'd woven trembled. It would not hold forever and that was yet another reminder to her to make the most of every second, however those seconds came to pass. He was a man that she could hold tight and fuck night after night, sending her to fresh heights of pleasure as the combined cocktail of their sexual juices slopped messily from her.

Brian did not slow or even pause through his orgasm, thrusting hard and fast, wanting her, needing her. He did not know that he was about to leave at any moment, feeling only the sexuality of her cunny rippling around him. Tightening enough to make his head pound in a good way, her sex urged him on and he did all he could, remaining hard far longer than usual as he rammed into her, using every last inch of his dick just to give her the most pleasure possible. All the while, her heaving tits were right there in his face, begging his lips – which he delivered unto them with a kiss and a lick, though it was impossible to employ any degree of finesse in that moment.

They slowed, gently and patiently, a wet patch forming on the bed beneath them. Ursula's chest heaved for breath, breasts jiggling, and Brian moaned as he pressed his cheek to one of them, arms trembling as he held his position above her. The muscles of his arms bulged slightly, although there was not all that much there, a laugh shared between them as he slid off her to the side, collapsing on the bed with his skin damp. Ursula stretched out, working out the kinks from her back and arms, rolling her shoulders and cracking her knuckles. None of those things should have been considered at all sexy to him but he licked his lips, wondering if that alone was enough to get his cock hard and throbbing again, her stomach rising obviously. It was impossible to ignore there and a part of him pushed him on to reach out to it, sliding the tips of his fingers over the rise and down between her legs to the treat of her pussy once more.

“Now, now," she gasped, though a flirty wink told him that she was just teasing. “Don't be getting ahead of yourself there now, lad."

In the afterglow, lying there panting and heaving in an attempt to regain breath that had so very woefully been lost, they clung to one another like two lost souls in a storm, though it was very much a storm that the two of them would be able to traverse together. Brian's head rested on her chest but he could not help himself from suckling on her breasts, playing with her nipples and drawing them lightly into his mouth all for the sake of her pleasure.

Even though she'd already gotten up, that light touch alone was enough for Ursula to moan out loud, a possessive hand on the back of his head, twisting softly into his hair. It was perfect, just what she'd needed even if she'd never known that she'd needed it. Funny how sex was like that, something that she hadn't gotten enough of in recent years but could, maybe now have more of if she could find him again. The spell would not hold forever but there was a chance still for two souls that were destined to be together to come together and never before had Ursula found a man who attacked sex with her with as much wanton lust as Brian did. He was a force of passion in himself, moaning delightedly, his teeth lightly catching her nipples and drawing another squeak of ecstasy from her lips.

“Ohhh, yeah," she moaned. “Don't be too gentle with me, sweet thing... Oh, I'm going to miss you..."

Something in Brian pulled but didn't spare it a second thought, simply relaxing into the moment, lavishing attention on the witch who had come into his life so suddenly. It didn't matter to him that she was a witch, of course, or that he had come to be there through nefarious means, a spell of some kind seemingly matching up with that which a witch was capable of. No, everything had come right in the end, despite that, and things were strange enough for him as it was in a kingdom where things were ever-changing and ever-shifting, coming together and falling apart in strange and wonderful ways.

This was simply one of the wonderful ones.

She knew better than he how long the spell would last though, gently pulling him back as he laid one last kiss on her tits and then another on her lips. Ursula leaned into it, pulling him to her, holding him close, though his body already seemed to be losing its shape and substance, all that made him the man he was even though he was not to remain there forever. Belatedly, she cursed herself for not creating a spell that was longer-lasting, but she could not have known how much she would fall for him, having expected a soul to come to her bed that may not have quite have wanted to be there as much as Brian did.

He moaned against her breasts, lighter and airier than he had ever been. His eyes opened to find his fingers disintegrating into tiny particles as if he had never belonged there in the first place but nothing was present to cause him harm or upset as he smiled, holding Ursula's hand as long as possible, kissing the backs of her fingers as if she was a queen rather than a witch who had brought him there, kind of, against his will.

“Is the..." Brian struggled to get the words out. “Is the spell going to wear off? Am I leaving now?"

That felt wrong to say but it was a kind of leaving that he had no control over, no matter how much he wanted to say. Something had slotted into place with him in the arms of the witch, although he would not have gone so far as to call it love. It was something, however, and something that he wanted to see the development of, how it changed and pushed him on to want to see what the future held, the sweetness of it with one who could hold so much promise for him.

“Unfortunately," she sighed, confirming his fears, “you will return to where you came from. I did not think to hold you here with a longer spell, dearie, but I hope that there will be more to come for the two of us... Times are strange, after all, and the kingdom is not all that large."

Brian nodded, kissing her tenderly, cupping her face, stroking the line of her jaw with one finger down to her chin.

“I hope I get to see you one day," he said, fading more and more, his lips the last to go. “One day... One day, I will find you..."

If the spell had not worn off so quickly, he might have been able to tell her where to find him but the chance to do so faded with him. In a moment, he was gone, gone back to his home and his bed and whatever other adventures lay in wait for him there, though the two of them were left with lingering memories of one another to hold them fast and warm in the seclusion of the night.

She touched her lips, the warmth of him fading, though her passions had been more than satisfied there, even though she wanted more time with him. The last traces of the spell were snatched up just enough as she exhaled a sigh of great relief, finally given what she had been craving for so long, a smile on her lips as she traced his path and location down to a certain town in a certain part of the kingdom. It was not much of a lead to go on but it would have to do.

“One day soon, Brian," she whispered, capping the lantern so that the flame spluttered out. “One day..."

And one day would have to be soon enough for the witch and the man.

One day.